[ti:North]
[ar:Sleeping at Last]
[al:Atlas: Land]
[by:lrc.d4321.com]
[00:26.670] We will call this place our home,
[00:32.290] The dirt in which our roots may grow.
[00:38.180] Though the storms will push and pull,
[00:44.990] We will call this place our home.
[00:51.910] We’ll tell our stories on these walls.
[00:57.790] Every year, measure how tall.
[01:03.970] And just like a work of art,
[01:10.440] We’ll tell our stories on these walls.
[01:17.160] Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind.
[01:23.890] Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide.
[01:30.700] Settle our bones like wood over time, over time.
[01:38.100] Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
[01:45.700] A little broken, a little new.
[01:51.500] We are the impact and the glue.
[01:57.410] Capable of more than we know,
[02:03.810] We call this fixer-upper home.
[02:10.280] With each year, our color fades.
[02:15.780] Slowly, our paint chips away.
[02:21.570] But we will find the strength
[02:25.500] And the nerve it takes
[02:29.190] To repaint and repaint and repaint every day.
[02:41.570] Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind.
[02:48.390] Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide.
[02:55.240] Settle our bones like wood over time, over time.
[03:02.530] Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
[03:09.320] Let the years we’re here be kind, be kind.
[03:15.410] Let our hearts, like doors, open wide, open wide.
[03:22.140] Settle our bones like wood over time, over time.
[03:29.990] Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
[03:36.800] Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
[03:45.300] Smaller than dust on this map
[03:51.240] Lies the greatest thing we have:
[03:57.480] The dirt in which our roots may grow
[04:04.920] And the right to call it home.